The gods who had originally thought that everything would end once the War God was eliminated now looked somewhat grim. Beyond the War God, there was actually an even greater threat...
"Everyone, rather than worrying about such unknown problems, why not focus on developing yourselves, increasing your strength, and preparing for crises that may arise in the future?" At some point, Roger had already piloted his enormous mech over to the gods. "I am confident that within a few decades, I can multiply the number of intelligent mortal life forms several times over, perhaps even dozens of times over. And every one of you gods will gain more Faith Power. Under those circumstances, even if we face some crisis, surely we will not be without the ability to resist, right? Besides, I will not exhaust the pond to catch the fish like the War God did."
Before industrialization in his previous life, Earth's human population had been between five and six hundred million. Including mountain dwellers, sea dwellers, and people from primitive tribes, it could at most have reached around eight hundred million. Yet by the time he transmigrated, it had reached eight billion. After every war ended, and whenever food and industrial goods had just begun to rise, there would be a baby boom that brought enormous population growth. Roger was absolutely certain of this. As long as he replicated the Earth of his former world on this planet and built a magitech industrial system, explosive population growth would be practically inevitable.
Furthermore, as food and magitech industry output increased, the number of people starving or freezing to death each year would also decline drastically. Over time, the population would naturally grow. With improvements in medical standards and the widespread adoption of Druid Potion, deaths from illness and injury